This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, John Wesley Keith Pepper "Wes", born on May 18, 1932 and moved on into eternity on September 12, 2014. We will remember him forever.
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gunner on that plane. Wes and I had a great time together, we not only
served together but we enjoyed many social activities. He was a great
guy and I am proud to have served with him !!
Please take a look.
Your Red Head Niece, Jeannie JoAnn
PS: In the lyrics by Mathew West.. Save a Place For Me ;)
Don't be mad if I cry
It just hurts so bad sometimes
'Cause everyday it's sinking in
And I have to say goodbye all over again
You know, I bet it feels good to have the weight of this world
Off your shoulders now
I'm dreaming of the day
When I'm finally there with you
Save a place for me, save a place for me
I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon
Save a place for me, save some grace for me
I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon
I have asked the questions why
But I guess the answer's for another time
So instead I'll pray with every tear
And be thankful for the time I had you here
So you just save a place for me, save a place for me
I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon
Save a place for me, save some grace for me
I'll be there soon, I'll be there
I wanna live my life just like you did
And make the most of my time just like you did
And I wanna make my home up in the sky just like you did
Oh, but until I get there, until I get there
Just save a place for me, save a place for me
'Cause I will be there soon
Save a place for me, save a place for me
I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon
Don't be mad if I cry
It just hurts so bad
We all wish him God's mercy and that his eternal rest be peaceful. The truth for those of us who believe in eternity with our creator... whatever name we choose to give him... we KNOW that he is already in a grand place with peace beyond what we could ever dream of, and he's basking in the comforting light of God. And, if he had an opportunity, I believe he would want to relay messages to us... his loved ones. We're told, in the Bible, that we only see dimly, like looking at our image in a mirror in almost complete darkness, and we can only see a little bit, but when we see God we will see and know FULLY and be fully known.
I believe Dad, after seeing fully, would want us to think carefully about what we are doing as his family. I think he might say the following, "Now that I am here, with the lover of my soul, all those things I saw as so important are really as ashes. Let me instead, now say what I wish I would have said when I was there, still with you. Keep your eyes on Jesus. Choose love, kindness, caring and genuine concern. The creator is all those things and he will then recognize himself in you. Just as you will see fully when you get here he will see fully his reflection in you. And God the Father has all wisdom and all knowledge, therefore, his job to judge is His own and no others. If you have concerns, pray and listen, but His answer will never be for you to judge but it he will lead you where you should go. Trust him to lead you because even if it is in uncharted waters, he is there with you. Many have claimed to know God by their actions of religiousness, but the only action that God recognizes is Love (Himself). It may be found in different forms but it must be love. Then our creator will Fully know us... by seeing His reflection in us"
I think Dad would challenge us all... and the coolest part... it is for no gain whatsoever to himself but out of complete and total Love for us all, for he is already there with our Papa God (:
I'm looking forward to seeing you again Dad... and I will choose Love.
I am thankful to the fate, that my family met Your family during the course of our life and my children, especially Sanya, were lucky to get to know Your father closely.
Such remarkable people as Wes Pepper do not abandon us. They continue to warm our hearts with their warm, heartfelt smiles.
From Tanya Faizulaeva
Robin Carrigan (Brooks)
God Bless You.
Uncle Wes was a wonderful man who had an amazing life and will be missed by all.
I still remember our last dance, I will miss my classy gramps! send love and prayers our way!
Phil & Manette
I saw you just the photo, but I have always been amazed and pleased a positive energy that comes from you! At 82 years, you had such a sporty, beautiful and happy man! You've always loved your family, and even those who are friends with your family! A little bit of this love has got me and I am very glad that you occupy a place in my heart!
18 May your birthday. And my birthday is also on 18 May.
Every year I think of you on this day. And it was this very nice. Now it will be a day of remembrance for you. We love you and will always miss you, Wes!
Pam
I am not Grandpa’s biological granddaughter, but I never felt it to be that way. Ever since Teresa and Brad Rust (my American mom and dad) brought me to the USA from Tajikistan to live in their home, while attending Shasta Community College, I became a part of their family, and Grandpa and Grandma immediately included me on the list of their grandchildren. Their warm welcome and unconditional love I felt from the first day and feel to this day.
There are so many dear memories with Grandpa, since I know him for 14 years. The very first one of him is his smile. As a 18-year-old teenager, who just arrived from Tajikistan, a little scared, confused and apprehensive in a new culture and a new country, I remember seeing Grandpa’s bright, welcoming smile that made me feel immediately at home. That warm smile never seemed to leave his face, radiating love optimism and the feeling that everything will be OK. That smile made everything around brighter, making me want to smile as well.
I will never forget how Grandpa would always tell me that he loved me as his own granddaughter, just like he loved his biological grandchildren. I am grateful for his unlimited and unconditional love and will never forget it.
On one of the first days when we met, I remember Grandpa took me to his garage in Palo Cedro and showed me a plaque hanging over his workstation. The plaque had a quote on it by Winston Churchill. It said: “Truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it. Ignorance may deride it, but in the end it’s still there. Tell the truth-- it’s easier to remember.” I didn’t understand English that well at that time and Grandpa took a long time patiently (or may be not that patiently, but with a lot of heart and determination :) ) trying to explain to me the meaning of the quote and such words as “malice,” “deride,” and “incontrovertible.” I still remember this quote and have it written down in my notebook as a lesson from Grandpa!
One day, Grandpa decided to take me out on his old, huge pick-up truck to teach me how to drive on dirt roads of Palo Cedro. Little he knew that he was getting a very challenging student. Coming from a non-driving society, I didn’t have a clue about such simple car basic parts as break and gas pedals, gear shift and... let’s be honest... anything else about cars. When placed in front of the steering wheel, the truck veered uncontrollably from side to side. Luckily, I didn’t smash the truck into anyone’s fence! Regardless of my car-ignorance, Grandpa was determined to teach me how to drive safely. He took a long time explaining to me things like what the shifting gears are for and how they work, how to speed up the car when it is necessary or quickly stop the vehicle. One time, during his demonstration of how I should be able to quickly speed up the car on the highway, he sped up so fast that the belt on the engine got ripped and we had to pull over and go to repair the car immediately.
On the other occasion, Grandpa decided to teach me about guns, because he wanted me to be able to protect myself from danger and stay safe when needed. He talked about safety, different calibers and bullets (details of which I honestly don’t remember). He had me hold the gun and taught me not to be afraid to use one if someone attacked me. He was concerned about my safety and wanted me to be strong. When I was leaving Redding to go study to Eastern Oregon University in 2003, Grandpa gave me a pepper spray as a going away gift. I faithfully carried the spray for three years, luckily never having to use it. But for me this pepper spray was more than a “weapon” to protect myself, it was a symbol of Grandpa’s love and his care about my safety, and it meant so much to me. I will never forget it.
Through many long conversations with Grandpa, I have learned a lot about life. For example how important it is to have good communication skills to become successful and how important it is to know your own rights. During those conversations I also learned quite a bit about multiple benefits of the ozone machine and hydrogen peroxide :).
Grandpa always had a fun, detailed story to tell from his past. I always treasured his stories ranging from his experiences at the Korean War to encountering the grizzly bear in California. I will miss listening to his stories and conversations.
Grandpa also tried to teach me how to swing dance. The catch is that at that time he was doing it very soon after his knee operation. But, that’s Grandpa for you, he lived his life to the fullest!
The last time we danced with Grandpa was in Los Cabos, Mexico, at Nate (my American brother) and Gaby’s wedding. I had a blast! I will never forget that too! That’s how I will always remember Grandpa: a kind, smiling, vibrant and life-loving man!
I treasure these, and many other memories of Grandpa and especially all the love I have unconditionally received from him.
I will miss you, Grandpa! You will always live in a special part of my heart!
Love,
Sanya
Fr. Scott
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Barnard High School
My dad graduated from Barnard High School in 1950...here is a link to the Barnard Banter: History of Barnard High School. :)
Today is the 83rd Anniversary of Dad's Birthday!
Today marks what would have been my dad's 83rd birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad! I love you and miss you!
My dad, Wes Pepper, was born in Lincoln, Lincoln County, Kansas on Wednesday, 18 May 1932. He was the firstborn child of John Prouty and Reita Geraldine (Bishop) Pepper. He was born in the home of his grandparent's Frank and Hattie Bishop.
May 1952 Letter from Wes to his Mom
Below is one of many letters which my dad wrote home to his mom during his time in the US Air Force.
Postmarked:
Denver, Colo. May 6, 1952 at 1:00 PM [Age 19, will be 20 on the 18th of May.]
From:
A/3C [Airman 3rd Class] John W. Pepper 17341933
3436 Stud. Squad. Box 9150
Lowry Air Force Base
Denver, Colo
To:
Mrs. John Pepper
Barnard, Kansas
Dear Mom
How is the situation on the floods around home yet. Have they looked too bad yet. I hope that you can get by this year without any floods. Is everyone feeling alright now. I hope so.
Well mom, I'm in the 3436th gunnery squadron now & am on A shift which is from 6 in the morn. to 12 noon. We have to get up at 4: o clock. I suppose it will take a while to get use to the change of shifts, but I think that it will be better.
Mom I don't know for sure when I'll get to make it home again but I hope it will be soon. I'm positive I can make it around the 17th or 18th [brother Duane and Wes's birthdates!] though if nothing happens.
Mom, they tell us that we are going to be trained to the full extent before we ever go into combat. They say that we are going to be hot & ready before we ever go into actual action. We may be from anywhere to 6 to 12 months in training yet.
It's is about time for lights out so I guess I'd better sign off goodbye & write soon Your Son Wes